Regulth the Bright

While we Orcs have very little written history, we carry our history in our minds and our words. Often exclusively the knowledge of our forefathers is carried by the Loremaster of the tribe. While I was never a Loremaster, nor was I ever part of a tribe, I have come across those who wish to spread the tales of the Orcs. I feel it is now appropriate to tell what I have learned. I have no tribe and no kin who will survive me, but it would be my privilege if you were to hear what I have learned in my lengthy time on this world. The first and most important story which comes to mind is the tale of Regulth the Bright, Creator of the Orcs... - Arthug the Half-Orc Enchanter

Summary

Long ago, before the sky held the stars we know today, there were no people known as Orcs. We existed independently of each other, weak to those that sought to use us as slaves and fodder. For too long we had suffered at the hands of the other races. They all believed that we were too primitive to be civilized or rebel, for they did not know of the Fire that raged within us.

An Orc by the name of Regulth stood up to the oppressors. He had lost everything he had in life and had only his brothers and sisters bound in the same chains as him. The Fire burned strong in Regulth, and his flame fueled those of his siblings. He united us all under the name ‘Orok’, a name meaning of the power to free of enslavement. The world soon learned of the Fire within the Oroks, spreading the legend of our ferocity. He saved many, and allowed countless more to live free under their own rule. He became our first chieftain. His rule was just and his power true. He created us from nothing.

But, like all great things, his time passed. The Oroks fell under attack from outside forces and faced certain defeat. But Regulth would not give way to those seeking to destroy our kind. Fighting with the ferocity of all those he had saved, he pushed the outsiders back. All that witnessed his final fight swore his Fire glowed so bright that the night turned to day. When it was all over and the outsiders turned heel, Regulth fell to his knees and breathed his last breath.

Regulth was brought to the home he had created for the Oroks and was set upon a funeral pyre, spreading his ashes and freeing his Fire from his body. Yet Regulth lives on even today. The brightest star which we see every night is the remnant of a Fire too bright for even time and death to quench. We owe our lives to Regulth. In death, we seek to join his Fire in the sky above. There truly has never been a greater hero than Regulth the Bright.

Related Species

• Orcs